Page 69 of Torrid Passion
“Thank you,” I say, closing my eyes from embarrassment.
Larkin comes and stands in front of me again. “By the way, you’re radiating this morning. I gather you were satisfied with the superior quality of our beds?”
I clear my throat. “Absolutely. The best night’s sleep ever.”
I try my best to hold his gaze, but fail miserably. My cheeks flame up like a bonfire.
Busted.
“We get that a lot,” he nods.I bet you do.“Would you care to join me for breakfast? My treat.”
“Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Gallagher, but I’m afraid I have to decline.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Rushing off to work?”
“I have a flight to catch later and I still have to pack.”
“I understand. My loss. A rain check, perhaps?”
“Yes. Let’s leave it for another day.”
“You enjoyed your stay?”
“Very much so.”
“I hope we’ll see you again…” He allows for a pregnant pause. “Perhaps with Mr. Berkshire.”
How do I respond to that?
“I really should go. Good day, Mr. Gallagher.”
What else am I going to say without compromising myself?
